The smack of their lips was the only sound that fluttered in the silence. They kissed passionately, lips to lips, ferocious and hasty movements .. hunger to smear their eyes. She kissed him deeply, clinging to him as if her lips were oxygen to his lungs. One hand wandered through the soft locks of his fiery-colored hair, the other stroking the taut tendons of his neck. His hands were both resting on her hips, the iron grip encircling her body as if afraid to let her go. It was just like holding a helium-filled balloon in your hands. Each time it always ended up flying away. Away from you. Forever. "Tell me to stop," George murmured, pulling her even closer to him. The mouth was now placed between the neck and shoulder, the swollen lips marking it with his incandescent kisses. Red hot like fire, like a lake of incandescent lava. "Fuck Marie, tell me to stop!" he repeated desperately, clinging to her lips again. His hands wandering under her shirt, exploring it like a map of a place he had never visited or known. "Please, Marie .." George's eyes begged to continue, to smash those damned stakes that kept him from getting close to her. But a part that rooted inside him, the one that took root in his psyche and that always decided for him, ordered him to stop. Not to give in to temptations, not to lean out to taste the forbidden fruit. They were friends. Best friends. They couldn't go any further. They could not.. THIS IS A HARRY POTTER FANFICTION! THE CHARACTERS ARENT MINE BUT BELONG TO JK ROWLING. THE STORY IS INSPIRED BY MY SHIFTING EXPERIENCES. READ BEFORE JUDGING. READING TO MUGGLES FORBIDDEN !! IG: @distrugggerti TIKTOK: @distruggerti COPYRIGHT!! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @ammazzarti THE TOTAL OR PARTIAL PRODUCTION OF THE STORY IS FORBIDDEN!